Tears of Blood are not Enough
Harry was on the couch, ron was on the floor, the silence was too strong. The letter was written. Ron walked out.
Hermione woke up in her bed in Bulgaria, saw the owl, and tears dripped silently dowm her face.
The parchment was wet, so were the sheets. He wouldn't speak all day, She didn't know how.
Harry didn't want to help Voldemort, he just didn't know how not to.
Tom was never innocent, he was always like this. He likes to feed their pain.
The pain ripped through her body. Her face shuddered. He laughed, she would never love again.
It hurt Harry more, but he didn't feel it as she did. He was hurt by an enemy. She was hurt by her life.
White walls, white sheets, was this death? No. the pain was too bad. He didn't want to live, not if her face would always be mirrored next to his.
He lay on the floor. He loved her. She didn't. It was his fault. If only he had let her know. His sister walked in
'Ginny'
He used to like her hair, the way she spoke, she used to be smart. Now he was better, she didn't deserve him. He let her know.
She woke, screaming and shuddering, moonlight shining on her face, the pain was to hard, just let her die.
He never loved her like Ron did. She was just a friend. If he hadn't let him hurt him, manipulate him, would Ron speak? Would Snape have those scars? Would he be able to berathe? It didn't matter, she was happy with Krum, that was all that had ever mattered. Her. Now what about him?
He only needed him for power, he didn't want it to hurt, but it didn't really matter.
He can't breathe, can't speak, he doesn't want to, No one has ever loved him. He thought he was missing something, but it didn't seem to matter. But know it does. He is alone, he always has been. He needs her to survive.
What he doesn't't know is she needs him to.
Death swoops in an open window.
Hermione see's it first.
Isabelle Black.